nothing

nothing i regard with importance

to nothing that i am now a slave

gold i seek not, women i care not

triumph i prize not, kings too stir me not

collapse frightens me not, nor poverty

wealth and lust keep aging with time

leading, sure, to death before i die

teaching me i last longer than these

even eternity is beyond me to grasp

and i crave not for that nonentity

myself is, indeed, only lees and scum

and it’s not worth that careful caring

© henry victor     03.05.2003

sun-light

 

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

ground filled with snow

and sure, soon it will go

tree empty of leaf

and sure, soon it will grow

pessimistic thoughts and cynical concerns

creeping into mind

like the uninvited noisy sparrows

they, sure, will fly away

my blindness

my inability

to see the snow melting

cause of my weariness

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

© henry victor     04.02.2003

optimism

chipped, truly cracked, broken
is my windshield of the vehicle
my automobile that gave my soul
the mobility and the speed to move

that’s my nest, my family, my all
in which i lived, swiftly moved
had my being creating and crafting
my toy toying with my time, my eternity

but George sees this whole in future
un-chipped, un-cracked, un-broken
this hope, or that un-real, the ostrich
total blindness, an optimism

30.07.2012